Midnight Thunder

Like my life, just another work in progress...

Riding that lonesome road
Weary from my daily journey
Wore out from my worldly woes
The sun began to set before me
and storm clouds began to show.

Rain drops and wind conspiring
I saw god-light shining through
and tear drops fell on shame
as distant memories returned
from a life I hardly knew
On dark nights working unawares
of trouble just ahead.

Then comes midnight thunder rolling
foretelling of heaven's coming
horsemen and trumpets blaring
Sent me into a blank stare
Ears ringing with despair.

Nearing my final destination
Cleansed now as I exclaimed:
“God help me save my soul,
as the nighttime is rising
and I know not where I go.”

Midnight thunder
My delight
Seeking shelter
in morning light
Facing a soulful hunger
when I was so much younger,
finding nothing but anger.
Seeing hope just out of reach
knowing “I'm sorry” does not keep
the soul from wondering far from home
on a lonesome highway in the darkness;
thunder tolling.
Good night.